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 I feel sorry for people who don't drink.  When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day. -- Frank Sinatra


 One afternoon at Cheers, Cliff Clavin was explaining the Buffalo Theory to his buddy Norm.  Here's how it went: "Well ya see, Norm, it's like this... A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo.  And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first.  This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members.  In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells.  Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells.  But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first.  In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine.  That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers."


Last night, my wife and I were sitting in the living room and I said to her,

"I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependant on some machine and fluids from a bottle. If that ever happens, just pull the plug."

She got up, unplugged the TV and then threw out my beer.

A First-time Story found by Baby Barf Belch Boy [Chef Dave]:  Clem drove his pickup alongside the road and showed his buddy Jed where he'd first had sex. "It was right down there by that there tree. I remember it plain as day. It was a warm summer day... We were madly in love... We made our way down to that the tree and made love for hours," explained Clem.

"That sounds amazing," exclaimed Jed.

"Yep, it was goin' real well until I looked up and saw her momma standing right there watching us..."

"Damn, what did her momma say when she saw you puttin' it to her daughter?"

"Baaaaa..."

A Hunting Story found by Chip:

A group of hunters, sitting around the campfire, got to talking about the

worst pain they had ever experienced. One listened quietly as the others

told their tales of woe. Finally, it was his turn. He said:

"Well, the second worst pain I ever experienced happened a few years ago. I

was hunting then too, and I really had to go to the bathroom. I looked

around and seeing no one, I went behind a tree, pulled my pants down and

squatted. But I didn’t realize I was right over a bear trap and, suddenly,

it snapped shut on my testicles."

The other men winced and one said, "Oh, that must have hurt. But if that

was the second worst pain you’ve ever experienced, what was the worst?"

"When I hit the end of the chain."


In honor of Tall Paul, & Bryan:


 

Let's be careful out there...


Found in a folder tucked away-  One of our songs:

    We are the Men's Weekend faithful.
    In firearms & Jim Beam we trust.
    We don't 'low no women in the Tipi.
    'Cause hosin' sheep is good 'nough for us!
The locals pray for safety when we get there.
'Cause West Milan is a peaceful kind of town.
But with guns, ammo, & booze at our disposal.
E'en the trees ain't safe when we're around!
We also got nuclear weapons.
Just from the food that we eat.
Hot sausage, eggs, and salsa for breakfast.
& the eggs ain't the only thing we beat!
    (Chorus)
Whitewater in the river don't scare us.
Nor the big-ass trout we catch at Dummer Pond.
'Bout the only thing that might make us nervous.
Is if Berlin women decide to come around!
We love to hike up Hooter Mountain.
Coughin' & weezin' all the way.
Sardines & hot peppers at the top.
With beer & wiskey to complete the day!
    (Chorus)
At night we shoot guns 'round the campfire.
Eatin' & drinkin' 'til we think we're gonna puke.
Now & then someone lets a fart rip.
& our shirts start to peel like we've been nuked!
Well it's time to pack-up from the weekend.
Now the locals feel safe to come out to play.
But the road back home will be a long one.
'Cause spicy food has torn our assholes away!
    (Chorus)
    Yeah hosin' sheep is OK with us!
    Author currently unknown... [Boy]


This one needs NO introduction...